Samurai X Novels & Stories

He took a few steps backwards, and stood beside Yagyuu Genpachiro. Yagyuu Genpachiro took out a short sword and yelled at Qin Haodong, "Who are you to assault him, a Japanese samurai?" Qin Haodong glanced at him coldly and said, "Shame on you to call yourself 'samurai'. What kind of warrior are you to hurt an ordinary man like that? Is that the so-called 'samurai spirit'?"

with her sword which was shining in the light showing how sharp it was. "I am practicing to be a samurai since I was eight." Gaura informed him. "Girls can't be samurai..." Samuel was shocked and then he realized his mistake. "You said this when we were in third grade." Gaura smirked. Samuel gulped. It seemed she took that seriously. He still remembered that fight when he mocked Gaura who informed the whole class that she wanted to be a samurai. Gaura attacked him and in that fight Ken got a cut on his forehead while he also had a mark on his body which was a prove that he was the one who lost in that war.

For a split second, I forgot I was in an illusion, a dream, or that I was still in the past. "You know how manipulative the bloody hunter is, he is using you, and you will regret it, humans can't be our friends, I'm telling you," cruel Samuel mocked Xavier. "Today is not his day, but yours," Xavier stated solemnly, thrusting the dagger deeper into the tree.

Samarth approached Xain and whispered, “Xain, why don’t we join forces and annihilate him?” Xain looked at Samarth. Samarth had a murderous look on his face as he said, “I’ve been observing him for some time. His abilities are bizarre. If we let him go, he’ll completely overwhelm us in just a few short years.” Xain thought about it and said, “There’s no need to rush things. Let’s observe for now.”

"Then let him speak. Let him say whatever he knows. If it is meaningless, what do you care?" X's featureless face did not move but his posture shifted. Defensive. Cornered. "Fine," X said. "Samuel, speak. Tell them my original identity. My real name. The face I had before Blackstone erased it. Destroy me if you can." Samuel looked at Antonio. At me. At Chen recording everything. "You want to know who X was before he became X? You want the name that explains everything?" "Yes," we all said. "His name was—" Samuel stopped. Clutched his chest. Gasped. "No. No, he is—my heart—he is activating—"

Samuel's voice was raspy, carrying a bone-chilling coldness. Xena didn't realize the danger she was in. She walked forward bashfully, reaching out her hand to push Samuel's wheelchair. "Get the hell away from me!" Samuel roared, snatching the scalding teapot off the coffee table and hurling it violently at Xena. In that instant, the scalding tea splashed onto the top of Xena's foot, and pieces of porcelain shattered all over the floor. Xena shrieked and fell to the ground, staring up in horror at Samuel, the vicious man, in front of her.

"Go find another way, Tristan. And if you call this private line again, I’ll personally ensure your pack house becomes a crater." I cut the connection. My grip on the device was white-knuckled. If he ever caught wind that Xender—my Xender—was the genius behind the Atelier’s most lethal designs, the war would escalate from a border skirmish to a total bloodletting. Samuel was standing by the window, nonchalantly peeling an apple with a hunting knife, his eyes dancing with dark amusement. "That dog is desperate. It’s pathetic, watching him try to beg for a scrap of the legacy he threw away. Doesn't he realize his ex-fiancé is the very weapon he’s trying to recruit?"

Lyra’s POV. I wiggled around the chair trying to get off the ropes that bound me with the chair, anger and fear cursing through me as I stared at Xavier's dark deep orbs that exuded venom and the smug smile that spread against his lips. "Why are you doing this, Xavier?" I spat, firing my words at him like bullets. His smile grew wider. "You're just a pawn in a bigger game, Lyra. This is about Sage. Don’t worry princess, I may or may not hurt, so I won’t make any promises”

"Xia Wei is already extremely weak. She has been tortured by you for three days and still hasn't woken up until now. Aren't you ashamed?" “Yes, I admit that Miss Xia is a little ugly, but it's not her fault that she is ugly. You don't have to do this.” "Why don't you suck my blood tomorrow? " Hearing these words, Samuel was both angry and amused. He rolled his eyes and said, "You don't know that the older one is, the older the flesh will be, and the older the blood will be. I'm afraid that I will choke my teeth if I drink your blood."

Without much of an effort, Shamma stretched out her right hand and defied the law of gravity. Xavier could only but stare at the stagnant sword inches away from his neck. Rob just glared at the same incident face registered with shock.He was at some point quite sure someone was going to die, but the odds were now fully stacked against him. Shamma twisted her hand, and in the same manner the sword turned, its tip now fully facing a stunned Rob "Please, please dont kill me it was not my idea plea..." but before he could say more his sword flew towards him piercing through his chest.He gasped for air as he sunk to the ground but it was too late. He died.